Amanda moved to Ravensfield for a fresh start, but before that can happen she needs a handyman to fix a few things around the house. While searching for one in town, she falls victim to a town conspiracy. Someone is out to get her and the members of the town council. But that isn’t the only thing. The town’s residents aren’t what they seem even.
With everyone being a suspect, Amanda isn’t sure who to trust. Although, Simon, the handyman does have a nice ass. He helps her out in a pinch. When she thought she might be safe, everything turns on its head and Amanda doesn’t know who to turn to. The danger grows the death toll rises. If the killer isn’t found soon, then she might be next.
EXCERPT
The light she parked under sputtered in and out. Amanda set her bag and her purse in the passenger seat. An older red Ford pickup pulled up beside her. The brakes squealed as it stopped. Amanda winced from the ear splitting sound echoing off the surrounding buildings. The door opened and the driver got out. At the same time, a searing pain hit her shoulder. A large pop sounded in the parking lot. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw red blossoming on the right shoulder of her T-shirt.
“Shit.” She clutched the edge of her truck as her knees buckled.
“Whoa! I got you.” A man grabbed her arm. She looked up into dark brown eyes and a bright smile.
“What just happened?”
“Someone shot at you.”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t know why.”
“I need a doctor.”
“It doesn’t look too bad. I think the bullet grazed you. There isn’t a doctor around here, but I can stitch it up for you.”
No doctor. A wise-ass for a shopkeeper and now I’m getting shot at. “Isn’t it convenient you showed up right when this happened? Where are the cops? Why would someone be shooting at me?”
“You’re in shock. Come on. Let me help you. I’ll make sure the locals know about this if someone hasn’t called it in already. Howard, the sheriff, will take a bit to get down here. He lives on the other side of the town. I’ll tell Guss to call him and send him my way if you want me to look at that for you. I—”
The glass in her passenger window exploded. Amanda jumped. “Fine. Going with you is better than being shot at. What the fuck? Who would be insane enough to—?”
Another bullet skimmed off her savior’s roof closer to him this time.
“Get in.”
“My purse.”
He rolled his eyes and grabbed her purse. “Here, don’t worry about the other stuff.” Another bullet pinged off his hood. “Time to go.” Amanda moved around his truck and climbed into his passenger seat. He leaned over her and pulled out a bunch of napkins from the glove box. “Put these on your shoulder to help with the bleeding. Constant pressure.” He started the truck and peeled out. He kept his gaze on the road and one hand on the wheel. Her savior stuck his free hand out. “Simon.”
“Amanda.” She looked at his hand while she pressed the wad to her shoulder.
“Right.” He put his hand back on the wheel. “Amanda, nice to meet you. What brings you to our quaint little town?”
“Long story. I wouldn’t call it quaint.”
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Crymsyn Hart - Paranormal and Horror Author 